This is a song about "Por y para"

Y you bitches think im playing,

You know what i'm saying

I love you only aid for you y

I wonder why, i sit and cry

And getting money is the song i sing

Y you bitches think that im still playing,

Shoot bullets in your direction, 45 para

On my way home i punched a bitch for an umbrella

Live off my lie and my lullaby

They just jealous cos im so damn f-l-y

Shout out bieber and nicki

While all those ships go tips(y)

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Z-y-l-o/ the thoughts in my head are problematic

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

Bored stiff so ya mock six pox-y / names on the wall.